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Why I Write

by Bob Gaulke

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1.
The Music 03:27
The Music when you can't go on there's your favorite song the singer doesn’t know what they've done suddenly you don't you feel alone something sounds on to the odd man out the music doesn't lie it makes you hard it gets you high nothing describes the way it makes you feel inside there you are with your cult heroes connected through sound to beautiful losers all injustices of the world suddenly feel immaterial the music doesn’t lie it takes you far it makes you cry something inside puts everything wrong in the right secrets exploding at the speed the sound billions singing little hearts out look out at all that surrounds you you could almost believe life’s too beautiful
2.
happiness comes in shells you can’t tell when it hits pleasantly blown to bits think love it's gone action changes spinning you every way wondering how it ends wish these emotions would bend or even age you’re back in sixth grade scared of what to say think about hopes lost in the meantime remember my friend catching air bouncing his face off the stop sign love on the beat like Christian Sinclair happiness swallows time dancing in mind touch it lightly you little butterfly think plans they’re done getting some of what you want rest haunts you for life drink cos it’s never gone feeling wrong betting it all on the safe bet some days you'll find me counting quarters and dimes praying somehow the check gets there other days you’ll find me at the airport on time in an unwritten novel by Christian Sinclair
3.
For Art what we do to be together to fill our bellies in all weather what we are is luxury- too costly for our dreams can't stop thinking about you days open and bubble inside you living the moment for us just a couple of fleeting thoughts I do nothing seductive nothing productive, nothing for the good of me living with one purpose that makes me so happy for arthur a living sculpture for arthur this vague body for arthur and his ignorant mother a tiny apartment and dog barking cigarettes and scrambled eggs then the door's shut 'til ten tools drop, noises end arthur's body falls into bed a pair of eyes semi-lit a back broken into hundreds of pieces leaving me with his heart and hands I know what to do with them Verse: E/C#min/Emin/F#min walkdown: Ebminaug5/C#minaug5/C#sus4/Abminaug5 Chorus: D
4.
for the writer 
nothing is wasted: sorrow overheard 
in conversations mothers cursing kids 
for their impatience itinerant workers scars on their hands whiff of weed on a jacket
stink of honey peanuts lovers kissing 
like a screeching brake the train whitening after eighty-sixth advertisements scraped off a wall flowers blooming in the dark students singing on their way home dealers hustling in the park detail men and their cars religion of streetwalkers I just wanna make art with you share the beauty of the world
5.
Made for Other Things born with boredom before depression set in
wearing things out since I was a kid having a purpose intensely lived
no chocolate left I ate every bit you prefer me silent at your side tried it once worked it several times after crossing out too many lines I rewrote the whole thing just when I needed to feel free having already copied keys I’m learning slowly without skill I was made for other things I admire your guts your killer instinct 
I sit in a station with a drunk schizophrenic and I’m tethered on the level really- ask my brother as this now goes on forever wondering how we’re not together
6.
Into The Past looking at photos laughing at clothes smiling faces know something we don't  isn’t that your aunt with a bouffant your great uncle looks great drunk music was better people were happier eating bad foods with cigarettes wasting money on rusting houses taking vacations without thinking about it into the past it can never last how could things have come to this into the past having a blast basking in pure innocence you were the woman I was the man we put kids in our lives and cared for them we had money for things everyone worked there were industries we dream of a life we can have together reminded in photos when things were better into the past for minutes at a time sweetest and sadness sticks in our minds
7.
Shedotoomuch 03:19
Shedotoomuch gotta understand I’m the man she gives me money for cigarettes we make a superteam the justice league fighting night and day to make our peace she do too much what I do is never enough making love to keep her happy she’s happy for now her friends get together they go cluck cluck cluck it don’t make no difference we’re in love I love her desperately what she does to me you know I wouldn’t settle for less
8.
Runningintoyouwithoutstopping could we ever discuss the world outside of us politics in songs dissolve in themes of love everything sounds like getting it on ancient vocabularies sweetest melodies blended together for dancing while we read I see myself in you we’re in others, too what we believe fills this emptiness let’s do what we want don’t pay attention content’s free atomized contentment Your plans become my plans my hands become your hands our fears combine  your desires are mine Taking opposing sides arguing wrongs and rights even if it’s for the thrill  of seeing everything reversed doubling pleasure troubling at worst
9.
Fearless everyone lives in America whether they like it or not people from all over get stirred in the pot stressed, blessed, ecstatic everything at once pulling you out of element putting you on the spot I became fearless just to hurt less invincibility brings a lack of stress to be fearless to feel blessed ready to take on whatever’s next slow down hear the sound desperation in the blood eight billion mammals looking for a way in and out could have killed that man for what he’d done instead I became more than someone
10.
Astronauts 03:40
Astronauts (E) 112bpm astronauts everyday firing trillions of cells astronauts in bodies astronauts in thoughts burning through time at the speed of life everything catches fire fragile in the void life’s distant from us in fiction-powered rockets we’re tearing off our suits the universe enters us as we’re being moved  tears come back the sun is out everything is going up grabbing all we can before it falls on our heads pushed beyond limits into other dimensions we learn in a moment what it takes a life to live we feel fantastic don’t know what it is look around, the world’s going to shit thrust puts us in orbit we coast on it keep on movin’ into outer space stay in one place you’ll notice things floating in a sea we don’t hold up to scrutiny ambitions erections taxes, expenses sea levels dresses corruption happiness tears come back the sun is out everything is going up grabbing all we can before it falls on our heads pushed beyond limits into other dimensions we learn in a moment what it takes a life to live

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released September 1, 2021

Songs by Bob Gaulke

Music written and performed with:

Matt Carrillo- Keyboards and Sax on 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, & 10
Emilia Cataldo- Backing Vocals on 1, 2, 3, 7, 9, & 10
Kevin Cerovich- Drums on 6, 8, 10
CharlElie Couture- Keyboards on 5
Leon Gruenbaum- Keyboards on 3, 2, 4
Adam Kabak- Contrabass on 3, 6, 8, 9, & 10
Benoît Le Dévédec- Guitar on 3 5, 6, 7, & 10
Paulo LePetit- Electric Bass on 1, 2, 5
Peri Mason- Vocals on 3 & 9
Greg Odell- Drums & Percussion on 4
Gil Oliveira- Drums & Percussion on 1, 2, 3, 7, & 9
Marco Raaphorst- Guitar on 1, 2, 9

Mixed by: Martin Scian
Photo by Pavlo Terekhov

For Art
Like Christian Sinclair
The Music
Nothing is Wasted
Made for Other Things

Into the Past
She do too much
Runningintoyou
Fearless
Astronauts

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Rootless cosmopolitan. I sometimes produce others.

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